Change Up

No, this has nothing to do with baseball.

Since this blog was started a year and a half ago I haven’t kept up with it since I’m not much of a writer. What I have discovered in the last year, is that I enjoy creating art; specifically ‘acrylic paint pouring’ art.

Therefore, I’ve decided to change my blog to an art blog…more or less. Coming soon, as soon as I figure it out, will be pictures of the paintings I’ve done and have available to sell if to anyone that appreciates them as much as I do.

All I have to do now is figure out the best way to add them. Wish me luck!

The 43 year old binder.

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waveThank goodness I never claimed to be a serious writersblockwriter of anything. My dad was quite good at it, as well as 4 out of 10 siblings that I know of, and definitely some offspring of said siblings.

My attempt was an odd style of poetry, very short, blunt, and evidently with hidden feelings of pullhair angst. I even gave myself a pen name; Flair Parker. Those that lived back then knew that ‘Flair’ and ‘Parker’ were brand names of some good ballpoint pens. What better pen name could one have than that?

Anyway, at the time I was penning/typing them, they were just meant to be fun and silly; to break the monotony of the work day. Yes, they occurred during the work day, starting 43 years ago when I was a service order typist for blahblahyellow Company, and I loved it.

Sharing with my best friend at the time as she sat beside me typing away, we were able to have some chuckles over my poetry concoctions. No, I wasn’t a goof off,  I happened to have the best record consistently of most service orders typed with almost no errors.

Out of the blue, something would pop into my head, and before I knew it I had typed it out on the computer or scribbled down on a piece of paper.

Our company having been one of the first to have computers1977 computer.jpg  (known as a CDT), it was quick from start to finish.

Yay us! It sure beat the heck out of the teletype machines.

Oh  doh-1, did I forget to tell  you?  That’s what’s in the binder. Poetry, ditties, and whatnots, written by me, Anita J Smith aka Flair Parker.

If you read them, be prepared to either laugh, feel sorry for me, or sorry for my best friend. She ‘got me’ though, so it was all in good fun. You’ll know what I mean starting with page … ha, I’m not tellin’. You’re gonna have to read them to find out. I’ll just say this, it was a true blessing when she recovered from her illness.

Looking back on this myself, I AM SHOCKED and HORRIFIED at how atrocious the handwriting is on some that I scribbled down. No doubt my mind was racing ahead of me because as a general rule, my handwriting is neat and legible. I wouldn’t want it any other way as you can see in my ©AJS copyright signature.

Initially, I was going to type them all out here, but decided instead to put them in a PDF file.  So here they are in all their…ugh….what’s the opposite of ‘Glory’. Whatever it is, that would be it. 😉

AJS Poetry and Angst and Ditties

I’m going to hide now…. in my Chosen Bubble. bolt

Note to self:

Get busy on this blog…and don’t forget!!

Stolen Self

Invisible seam, this bubble of mine.
Knotted and zippered, encompassed with twine.
Designed yes, to keep me, not let me free.
Spinning in circles, choosing not to escape.
No internal complaints on this side of me,
but outside brings confusion of what you may see.
Leaving the bubble… you’re too close to me…
close talkers, and persons  stand  5 feet away!
A recluse, a hermit,  to a certain degree.
hiding in sight, draped with an imaginary cloak.
‘Overwhelming’ surrounds me…
Retreat.. to my ‘CHOSEN BUBBLE’, I keep afloat.